How many more of our Roma sons must die in a war that was never ours?
From the trenches of Ukraine to the frozen fields of Russia, Roma blood soaks the earth — for what? For borders never drawn with us in mind? For states that never saw us as equals? For flags that remember us only when it’s time to fight, but forget us when it’s time to feed, house, or protect?
This is not our war. This is not our cause.
We are dying for governments that treat us like dirt. Dying for systems that lock us in ghettos, deny us education, steal our children, and erase our culture. Both Russia and Ukraine have failed the Roma — and now they want our lives too?
No more.
Let the world hear us: We are not cannon fodder. We are not disposable. We are a people — a nation without borders, a fire that has survived centuries of persecution — and we are done dying for others.
We want peace — not just for them, but for us.
We want justice — not just at war’s end, but forever.
We want recognition — not as outsiders or “gypsies,” but as Roma. As human. As worthy.
When will we learn that the world does not belong to us — because it was never meant to? And that the only way forward is to demand a world of our own: our own state, our own land, our own justice. If we must die, let it be for ourselves — not for the Gadje.
Until then, every Roma death in this war is not just a tragedy — it is a betrayal.













